It was peaceful when Dallas stepped over the threshold of the Curtis residence — surprising giving its usual occupants. Two-Bit, Sodapop and Ponyboy were spread out in the living room watching a movie; all staring wide eyed, too caught up in the action (or the half naked woman) to notice him walking through the door. Looking up he saw you and a disgruntled Steve at the table playing cards.
"How d'ya always win?" Steve exclaimed, throwing his cards down as the you smirked and took a swig from your beer.
"Because I'm the best at everything in the world," you sang causing Johnny to laugh from his seat beside you.
You rested a cigarette between your lips, striking a match as Steve fumbled over his next words.
"I'm better at fixing cars than you are!"
"Have you ever seen her fix a car?" Dallas finally spoke up from his spot against the door frame, causing you both to look towards him.
"No."
"Then how d'ya know she ain’t better?" He smirked, walking over and stealing your cigarette as Steve grumbled.
Dallas turned to find you already staring at him. Your gaze lingering on his bruised eye and bloody lip.
"The fuck happened to ya, kid?" You asked, reaching out for the cigarette.
"Got into a fight with Shepard," he replied, eyes squinting slightly at the cut on your cheekbone that had been taped up. "What happened to you?"
"Some broad down at the DX was laying into Evie. ‘Debbie’ something," you shrugged, taking a drag from the cancer stick before passing it back to him.
"Blonde Debbie with the sticky-outie teeth? I saw her when I was walking down here. Her nose has a massive bandage on it and her face is all swollen," he laughed, patting you on the back. "Good going, sweetheart. I hate her."
You smiled slightly, shaking your head with a chuckle. "C'mon, Dally. I'll patch you up."
You walked over to the bathroom, knocking before swinging the door open. The shower was running and the familiar deep voice of Darry came booming out.
"I'm in here!"
"Sorry, it's me," you called back, rummaging through the drawers. "Dal got into it with Tim I'm just sorting him out!"
"Alright," Darry sighed.
You pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a clean rag before instructing the brunette to sit on the toilet seat. Tipping some out, you tilted Dallas' head back and pressed the rag to his lip. He released a small hiss, wincing slightly at the sting.
"So, what did you do this time?" You smirked, dabbing his lip before throwing the rag aside.
"I didn't do anything."
You raised an eyebrow at him, not buying his lie as you cut the tape up into thin strips. "Tim doesn't start on one of us unless we've done something."
You fell into easy silence, as the sound of water from the shower continued running. You grabbed the medical glue, dropping some on Dally's lip before placing the tape on top delicately.
"You were such a brave boy," you teased him, talking like a mother would to her kid after he’s just been to the doctors. "You want a sticker?"
Dally stood up, and pushed you backwards by her face, gently. “Wiseass.”
He inspected his lip in the mirror before nodding, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Thanks, sweetheart."
"Practically a live-in nurse aren't I," you called to Darry, hearing him chuckle from behind the shower curtain.
AHEM
Darry: thinks hair dye is of the DEVIL (for the sake of this idk dark almost black blue cause it was the only color he didnt have to bleach his hair for)
Sodapop: Pink but not neon pink, pastel fuck boy pink
Steve: Soda forced him to dye his hair pastel blue so they matched
Dally: i have a head cannon that movie dallas dyes his hair brown and he's naturally blonde and bcs im lazy we will go with that
Pony: moss green (if we dont count him bleaching his hair in cannon)
Johnny: Porple
Two-Bit: BRIGHT ASS FIRETRUCK RED (he cannot escape being ginger)
Ponyboy Curtis: slightly messy especially with the tails on his letters (eg. g, y, j, d, b, k,) and especially struggles with writing the letter f. seriously he never manages to write it in the same way twice. middle ground between soda and darry really. no preference between blue or black pen, ballpoint.
Sodapop Curtis: man's got undiagnosed adhd and is dyslexic. he has such horrible handwriting and he's embarrassed by it. uses exclusively blue pen. doesn't really keep things hes written at school, all papers got crumpled up and shoved in the bin.
Darry Curtis: very neat handwriting, can't write cursive. not slanted to any side. it looks like he spends ages to make the letters so neat but really he writes pretty fast. black pen (ballpoint) "darry can you write my school assignment?" "no soda, your handwriting's too messy, your teacher will know right off the bat it wasn't you who wrote it". neat line through mistakes.
Dallas Winston: fanciest handwriting of the gang full stop. he literally can't even fake it to be messy (messy handwriting looks tougher). i HC him to have ocd lowkey. he also writes slowly, focused with his tongue sticking out slightly. black ink.
Johnny Cade: teeny handwriting, slanted to the right. blue pen? two-bit hates him for it because he can't read his handwriting. blocks out words he spelt wrong and wastes lots of ink by doing so.
Two-Bit Mathews: BIG HANDWRITING. adhd kid and y'all know it deep down. i read some HC where 2Bit can't read cursive but writes cursive anyway and ive decided to adopt that hc. when he was little he got through pages and pages of writing and thought it was really impressive when really his letters pretty much spanned whole pages. still struggles with spelling and messily scribbles things out.
Steve Randle: probably pretty average-to-messy. not too horrible and it passes the can-two-bit-read-it test so its valid. likes blue pen but black isnt a big deal. exclusively ballpoint pens. crosses things out with a line through
Cherry Valance: cursive, loopy handwriting. she kept on practicing it when she was younger so she could be one of those girls with the prettiest handwriting in class. at school she uses black ink but for non-school things she uses red. hates making mistakes in her writing, uses the 1950s version of Tipp-Ex: Mistake Out. basically she's gotta be the perfect girl.
" The Future Is Bulletproof, The Aftermath is Secondary. Its time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, Make some noise!"
Im currently listening to my Danger Days vinyl, and I heard this. My mind went to 'greasers'.
Before the rumble, Steve and Soda were singing about how they were hoods and JDs. I think this kind of goes along with it. If it doesnt go with the Curtis Outfit, it goes with the Shepards and Brumly boys.
summary: Johnny struggles with his feelings for Ponyboy and confesses to Dally
TW: Mentions of suicide, internalized homophobia. i think that’s all but if not, let me know.
The crisp evening air bit Jonny’s cheeks as he walked to the Curtis house. His parents had been at it again and he didn’t want to stick around. The Curtis house was sort of a safe haven for Johnny. His friends were there and even though they could get a little wild at times, Johnny knew that they would never hurt him. He was very thankful to everyone in the gang. Especially his best buddy, Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis meant everything to Johnny. He loved Pony, even more than a buddy, but Pony couldn’t know that.
“Hey Johnnycakes, wait up.” The deep voice of Dallas Winston startled Johnny. Dally could see the shocked expression on his friends face as he jogged over and was quick to apologize.
“Sorry man.”
“S’alright Dal, I was just thinking.”
Dally had visibly little interest in the conversation, but Johnny had to get his feelings for the youngest greaser off of his chest.
“Hey Dal, could I tell you something?”
“Sure, whatever.”
The pair changed directions, heading towards the lot.
“So whatcha think about Cherry?”
Johnny asked, trying to start conversation.
“She’s real pretty don’t you think?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think you would date her?”
“Maybe, she’s a soc though, dunno if I could get over that.”
Dally replied, lighting a cigarette.
“Where are you going with this?”
“You’re gonna hate my Dal, I really don’t wanna tell you but if I have to keep it buried inside any longer, I think I’ll kill myself.” Johnny rambles.
“Shit man, what the hell did you do?”
“I’m a fucking queer Dally! I’m disgusting!”
He cries. Dally is quick to put his hand over his friends mouth.
“Jesus Christ Johnny, who else knows?” Dally asks, mildly panicked as he puts his hand down.
“Just you. I haven’t told you everything yet though.”
The older boy starts walking around in slow circles, hands leaning on the back of his head as he waits for Johnny to continue speaking. It gets quiet for a second before Johnny whispers.
“I’m in love with Ponyboy.”
Dally stopped pacing and stared at Johnny.
“Why’d ya have to do that man?”
He sounded exasperated. The pained voice of Johnny replied with tears,
“I didn’t mean to Dal, I dunno what to do!”
“It’s okay man! It’s okay! Do you think he’s also.. you know?”
“Maybe. I think I should tell him. Not about my feelings for him, but just about myself.”
Dally just nods, and the two of them start to walk back to the Curtis house where Johnny would do the bravest thing he had ever done.
Sodapop (trying to be supportive): Hey honey, I think it’s great you’re learning gang signs. Just be careful because that one means you want to jump the old man down the street.